Testo di Rubby Bulbs

I need to taste your voice in my mouth I need to taste your voice in the air And I need to feel your skin against all that I retch out And feel your voice all over everywhere I need to paste your skin around the mailbox And hold the postman in your smile I need to fill your lungs with smallpox And fill the glow of a sick and distorted life Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful baby All filled with angels Beautiful babies All filled with angels